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She was his. All his.

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Yet… she wasn`t. How could he even let himself think along these lines?

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Then she was stopping in the doorway, pulling away from her father and turning to face him.

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Waves of emotions rushed at him so fast and furious, he was reminded of the hidden falls he and brothers used to go swimming at in the summer on his parent`s estate. The first onslaught of water to crash into you almost assuredly knocked you clean off your feet. And if by some miracle it didn`t, then with will, grit and an inner desire to do the impossible, one was able to slowly straighten until standing tall, head held high. There invariably came a moment of harmony – when the crushing water was not only withstood but absorbed, making them as one. The experience was sublime.

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Cameron now stood beneath the crushing force of emotions pouring off of Ariane feeling much the same way he had back in those summer escapes, sure at first he would be flattened in the initial wave to hit him. But as he had back then, he now too gradually regained his balance, slowly moving towards her, holding her gaze steady and true.

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You`re hungry?

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Startled, Cameron jerked slightly, guiltily pausing in his stride. How`d she known? His mind raced. He`d been careful. Extremely so, knowing how dangerous a bloodlust craving could be to both his persona of civilized behavior and to his grip on control. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her off with the notion he was craving her blood. Not that it would really make any difference in the end… she was scared of him, saw him as a monster, created by the devil. That wasn`t exactly the best foundation to start a relationship off on.

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But none of that was the point, he`d felt certain he`d not consciously thought of how good she tasted more than once the entire time since he`d discovered who her father was. Well, ok, so maybe he had thought it two or three times, but….

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He stared into her dark eyes, sinking into the realization he wasn`t merely hungry, he was starving. Starving in so many ways. To taste her, to love her, to bond with her. His tongue touched his aching fangs starting to protrude, almost groaning out loud. Goddess above he wanted her. He couldn`t remember ever being so hungry. And it wasn`t like he was technically starved for blood either. Yesterday evening wasn`t at all a long time to go between feedings.

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I can feel it, Cameron.

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He swallowed with difficulty, abruptly closing his eyes, cutting off at least one source of their connection. He had to maintain control. He had to ignore her sweet smell. He had to disregard how her pert breasts simply begged to be gently squeezed, molded and licked.

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Groaning, he answered, Yes, you are right, I am hungry.

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A fleeting shadow of worry crossed his mind. I can wait, he reassured. Which was partly true. He could. He could also go get some if he wanted. There were plenty of sources available. But the problem was — he didn`t want any ole` blood anymore — he wanted hers. Only hers. And he knew it. Could feel it deep in his bones.

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He shouldn`t have tasted her. But at the time he had thought she was to be his. Never in his wildest dreams had he figured things to turn out like this.

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